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[ I’m moving blogs!

After debating for a few weeks, I’m going back to having Albedo on his own, single muse blog ( khemianprinz ). I’ve been a lil overwhelmed lately, so while I will end up still having a multimuse, it will launch as a sideblog attached to the Albedo blog after I get back into the swing of things ( currently, I plan to have Amber, Cyno, and a Genshin-verse Clorica over there ).

It’ll take a bit of time, but I’ll be refollowing most, if not all, of the blogs that I had followed over here. Thank you to everyone for your patience! I won’t be dropping any threads, unless I am told that the other person isn’t interested in continuing it. ]

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@spcrkknight​ said:

❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜  4 albedo !! ;w;

Kind and sweet, as always. Like a flower unfurling into bloom, so too did a smile twist its way onto previously neutral features.

          “ I know, Klee. We can’t forget Dodoco, either, can we? ”

Better to remain in this moment, instead of pondering the inevitable. It would not do to mire his younger sister in worry — there would be time enough to prepare contingency plans to make sure that Mondstadt and all Teyvat suffered the least amount of damage possible, should he ever lose control.

Though, sadly, those contingencies would not be able to keep him from abandoning all he held dear. It would be difficult to have another absent family member, this one more permanently so, but life could be cruel.

Yet, even so, he was happy to have this time and to have made these bonds.

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@starsdescent​

          “ It seems your operation has grown since my last visit. Would I be correct in assuming that the presence of additional shopkeepers means you will be able to take a breather? ”

Kind and helpful to a fault — while Albedo had a certain level of fondness for the traveler’s altruistic nature, it would do no one any good if she ran herself into the ground. Others often took Lumine’s many talents for granted, assuming that just because she made a large amount of tasks look easy, that they did not tire her.

But the alchemist was nothing if not observant.

          “ If you’ve the time, we can find a quieter spot and rest. Consider it an additional thank you for the snacks: Klee enjoyed them. ”

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@devctiion​ || Razor

          “ Not to worry, Razor, you’re in great hands! ”

Everyone was nervous their first time flying, but with a little guidance and a confidence boost, Amber knew she’d be able to get her friend soaring in no time! Sure, people and wolves alike were never meant to be in the skies, but that wouldn’t stop her!

So long as there was a breeze in the beautiful blue sky with which to ride, Amber would soar as far as life would take her. And, as a gliding instructor and Outrider, she was happy to offer the same opportunities for others within Mond!

Plus, he’d make for great competition the next time the Wind Gliding Championships were held. The more the merrier!

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[ testing the waters on this but would it be annoying to people if i either moved albedo or cyno onto their own single muse blog, and then tucked all the other muses onto a sideblog attached to said single muse blog? ]

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Hugs for Albedo! Warm hugs of sunshine : D

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It isn’t often that he receives hugs from anyone other than Klee, but he doesn’t push Amber away. If anything, he stiffens up for a moment or two, before wrapping his arms ( loosely ) around the outrider in return.

          “ ...What brought this on? ”

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@risingsol​

Observation is a key facet of any research, and it would be a shame if Albedo failed to note important details as he attempted to unravel the very secrets of the world. From the most mundane flutter of a crystalfly’s wings, to the nature of the corruption that echoed throughout every corner of Dragonspine — nothing was too large or too small to focus on. Truly, the only thing that kept the alchemist from finding out the inner workings and nature of an object or concept was his own whims.

While social cues and concepts were a newer avenue of information for him, Albedo was nothing if not receptive, and it would require true blindness to miss the way in which the traveler darted to and fro at the whims of others. On some level, this could be chalked up to being a way to earn favor so as to receive help in return, but the man went to truly exhaustive heights when it came to handling tasks for others. Relationships required regular maintenance in order to flourish, similarly to flowers, and while Albedo found it to be a tiring process, the results were more than worthwhile. Human bonds were something to be cherished, just as the morning dew upon a cecilia’s petals. Fleeting, but precious.

It is with this in mind that a letter is delivered to Aether, courtesy of a bouncy Klee at the Weinlesefest stalls in Springvale.

It has been a while, so I think it is about time we met up. When you have a spare moment, come to Windrise.

I will prepare refreshments, and we can discuss your journey, as well as various avenues of research.

- Albedo

A reasonable break for both of them. Timaeus’ research was on the right track with his sobriety potion, and it would, hopefully, be refreshing for Aether to take time away from helping others. While research into Razor’s family was important, it often felt like the world fell upon his shoulders.

Windrise would be far enough from the festivities, while offering a beautiful locale for painting. If Aether chose to take him up on his invitation, there would be various desserts laid out upon a picnic blanket, as well as two canvases — in case his companion would prefer to continue with art lessons as opposed to merely talking. As for the alchemist himself, he sat upon a corner of the blanket, sketching the great tree.

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@arcanawinds​​ said:

Slowly stirring from slumber, Sucrose blinked, then again before realization crashed into her. She jolted up from the desk, scattering the papers she'd fallen asleep on. " I'm sorry! I'm sorry! " She squealed, refusing to so much as glance toward the alchemist as she hurriedly collected the fallen papers. " I didn't mean to fall asleep... " Admittedly she'd been pulling all-nighters again for the sake of her latest research.

All-nighters came as naturally to alchemists as breathing, so it was no surprise when Albedo found his assistant dozing off at her own desk. Instead of waking Sucrose in this overworked state, he’d chosen to take off his own coat, draping it over her shoulders, before double checking the watering schedule of his assistant’s various experiments.

While he had his own plans for the afternoon, it would not do to watch his assistant’s work suffer when she needed the rest. His research could wait an extra hour or so.

By the time she awoke, crash-landing back into reality with apologetic squeals, Albedo was back at his own lab station, crushing various herbs into a powdered state for use in a new variant of potion. It would, in theory, assist in attracting crystalflies to a spot - the species was as easily spooked as Sucrose, which made art works of them difficult.

          “ ...It happens. ”

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@melodicbreeze​ said:

Places an apple slice on his tongue.

The apple slice is plucked off his tongue, just so that Albedo can eat it in smaller bites, as opposed to attempting to fit the whole thing in his mouth at once. A refreshing snack that made it well worth “blepping.”

After he finishes, the alchemist offers a little smile, before alchemizing a cecilia and handing it to Venti.

          “ Thank you. ”

@narvvhale​ said:

Pulls on it.

Eyes narrow before Albedo mirrors the action, grasping Tartaglia’s tongue between gloved fingers. Is this a new game? Was the goal to see who would try to retract their tongue first?

As a test, he squeezes the other man’s tongue to see if he will give up, first.

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He isn’t quite sure why everyone is sticking their tongues out, but if it would bring the others joy, Albedo supposes he can play along.

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notsafeforabyss​:

Research? Coming from anyone else, Childe might have taken that as a strange innuendo at best and a flimsy excuse at worst. There’s not a hint of self-consciousness on the alchemist’s face though. His words come out as smooth and matter-of-fact as ever, unphased by being pestered and teased over his choice in reading material.

How boring. The Harbinger lets out a small huff of disappointment and pulls out a chair, plopping down into it heavily without even bothering to ask first.

“Well, why ever would you need to research something like this?” he asks curiously, listing to the side to lean his elbow on the table and his cheek on his palm. He flicks the book open in his free hand and idly scans the contents, wondering what Albedo could possibly be looking for in a smut novel of all things.

If he picked out the most used looking books, the only thing Childe can really think of would be…

“Haha, are you making a survey about what Mondstadtians get horny about, or something?” The mere notion tickles his funny bone, his amused grin resurfacing once more.

While his companion lives up to his name, Albedo has moved on, grabbing one of the dry anatomy texts to continue his research, albeit in a different vein. Regardless of if he had missed the harbinger’s unique perspective, his focus is on prizing out as much information as possible on human sexuality --- so long as Childe did not distract him too much, he could remain in the alchemist’s presence.

An anatomy text could not explain why it was that a breath ghosting over one’s neck caused a shiver to run down a woman’s spine in a smut novel, nor if there was a logical reason for certain spots to be sensitive to “erotic” stimulation. Certainly, nerve clusters would be more reactive to touch and sensation, but what made them translate into pleasure? Why did certain words or a specific vocal tone cause a sensual reaction in humans that could very well lead to arousal?

          “ ...That is one way of putting it. ”

A reasonable observation, despite the other man’s tone. It did not have to be specific to Mondstadtians, but using the Ordo Favonius library did mean that his results would skew more towards the taste of people within Mond.

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@steadfastspirits asked:

What do you do if you see two snails fighting?

Nothing, just let them slug it out. [ cyno, deadpan, just for u ]

　...He opens his mouth to say something, but after a second thought, closes it right back without leaving a sound. Perhaps he would find the joke funnier if it weren't for the deadpan stare of the man, who was known to be a high authority even outside the Akademiya. The whiplash outweighed his own humor sense.

　He opens his mouth again, and closes it. Then finally, he decides to acknowledge. "I see..."

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I see. Silence descends upon the two men, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a dagger. A weak response, paired with the way in which he opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water...

It is disappointing. Cyno’s expression remains much the same, flat and stoic as a sigh leaves him.

          “ You see, snails and slugs are similar animals, often mistaken for one another. It is not relevant to the joke, but snails are the ones that have shells, while slugs do not. Additionally, ‘slugging it out’ is another way of describing a fight, while referring to slugs. ”

As the General Mahamatra spoke, he began to circle the other man, sizing him up. It is only after his explanation has concluded that he stops once more in front of Childe, summoning his spear. There is no reason to point the end of his weapon at the Fatuus just yet, merely holding the weapon upright at his side, but it serves as a reminder that Cyno will not hesitate, should he require it.

          “ Now. State your business, harbinger. ”

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[ like this post and i will dump a terrible amazing cyno pun/joke in your inbox

ex, @riteburdened​ once sent me a hu tao joke: once upon a time there was a 12 inch king. he made for a terrible monarch, but he was a great ruler!

i’ve cherished it ever since ]

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[ like this post and i will dump a terrible amazing cyno pun/joke in your inbox

ex, @riteburdened​ once sent me a hu tao joke: once upon a time there was a 12 inch king. he made for a terrible monarch, but he was a great ruler!

i’ve cherished it ever since ]

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@aalberich​ said:

leaves a little mason jar full of tea leaves for albedo.   simply because he can ... and because he wants to.

Oftentimes, if Albedo is to receive gifts, they are an assortment of oddly shaped rocks and flowers, lizard scales and insect thoraxes, all discovered by the resident spark knight. This, however, is clearly a gift left behind by the cavalry captain. Even without an accompanying note, the alchemist has observed Kaeya oft enough to be aware of his habits, alongside his tendency not to want credit for various kindnesses that he offers.

It is almost as if he feels that he does not deserve the acknowledgement and praise that goes alongside it.

Human relationships certainly did require a lot of thought and effort. How to thank a man that both wished for attention and company, without causing him to wave it off as ‘nothing,’ or sidestep responsibility for the gift? Would it be best to offer a silent gift on Kaeya’s desk in return, or would it seem insincere - just a token response after receiving something first?

With a sigh, Albedo waves off the odd bout of overthinking. Instead, it would be better to put his time and energy into something more concrete.

Which is how Albedo found himself taking over one of the benches near a fountain to the south of the Knights’ Headquarters, a sketchbook and charcoal in his arms, and a little alchemized table holding a tea set and various sweets next to him. Overseeing his artistic efforts was one of Monds’ windmills, gently spinning in tandem with the dandelions that swayed on the ground.

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[ alright it’s been a hot minute - i still have a bunch of drafts and a starter or two to do buuuuttt

hey, we’ve got some new people around, and i’ve updated the muse list

so hit that funny heart if you want something shoved directly into your ask box or to be tagged in a starter! please specify muse, but if you don’t, you’re highly likely to get albedo or jean ]